CHAPTER 69 Whom she belongs to?

  Cavin's POV

  I parked my car a little distance away from the mansion, where the shadows of the towering trees provided me cover. I had followed her and Nikolai to that cursed wedding venue earlier, and now, as she returned home, I found myself restless.

  Every fiber of my being burned with anger and frustration. Watching her smile—however, forced—at Nikolai's pathetic attempts to woo her had made my blood boil. She belonged to me, not him. He would never understand her, never touch her soul the way I did.

  My jaw clenched as I thought about his hand around her waist, the way she let him get close. But she wasn't truly his; I could feel it. Her heart was confused, her mind clouded, but I knew she was mine.

  I waited until the lights in her room flickered on. My chest tightened as I imagined her in there, likely replaying whatever lies Nikolai had fed her. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see her, to remind her who she truly belonged to.